Life Becomes Art, Refracted

I'VE BEEN GIVEN A GIFT

[lifebecomesartrefracted]

The viewer awakens in a dark, greying forest. The trees rustle from the barely-there wind, and leaves twirl in a dance on the ground. One particular flurry of leaves rolls with a piece of paper, which lands in the viewer’s lap. It demands to be read.

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[frostklamm]

☾ℑ 𝔞𝔪 𝔦𝔫 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔡𝔬𝔴☽

ᵂᵉᵇˢⁱᵗᵉ ᴵⁿˢᵗᵃᵍʳᵃᵐ

[lifebecomesartrefracted]

CONTINUED FROM HERE || @theauthorlives

“Easy, Casanova, don’t give yourself a headache,” Miles chuckled, standing up and taking his journal in hand. The leather-bound book was black, a matte finish. There was a deep color stain on the back panel as he seemingly pocketed it behind him. The man gestured to himself and tilted his head. “That’s my job.

“Let’s cut the filler, alright?” Miles walked up with a sharp grin, fox-like, dripping with the pickings of youth. If he didn’t have such a dead look in his eyes, he’d be a typical twenty-something drunk on hedonism and cheap liquor. “You can call me Miles, and I’m a writer. The best writer, you could say. You’ve caught my attention recently, mostly because of your potential.”

The Author stepped away to look at the wall as he spoke. His journal wasn’t tucked into his belt as Yancy might‘be thought. It seemed to be missing. However, as he turned back around, Miles was holding the book, the pen in his hand. “Everywhere I go, you always seem different, but you? Here in this parole storyline? Just perfect for the start of a good adventure.” He was practically beaming. “What’s life without a little fun?”

[neapolitan-cat]

Would you mind drawing an angry Host? If not that’s totally fine! I love your art to PIECES

no clue what he’s angry about but he sure is ‼️

[lifebecomesartrefracted]

Like this post if you’d like Author or Host to drop by in your inbox :)

[myaskboxmemes]

Send me✏️ for my muse to draw your muse.

[thetruequeenoftheabyss]

Oooo, what about Host as a viperfish mermaid, or something else with bioluminescence?

One Viper fish Host here for ya <3

Buy me a Ko-fi?

[itsame-tehded]

Host? 👉👈

Keeps an old portrait of himself for dramatic purposes

[thunderprompts]

It’s Sinday! Reblog this post if you want people to ask Sinday-related questions!

(Can be addressed to your characters themselves or to you as headcanon asks!)

[oursaviorkellinquinn-deactivate]

ATTENTION

If you see this you are OBLIGATED to reblog w/ the song currently stuck in your head :)

[scribbeetle]

Pretty ridiculous that I haven’t drawn the Host yet considering he’s one of my favorite egos but oh well here’s our bloody narrator boy 🙃

@markiplier

[pitypunch-deactivated20230929]

The Mandela Catalogue Vol. 333 Sentence Starters

Shh, it’s okay, it’s okay…

There’s no need to cry.

I’m sorry, I just don’t know how to help you anymore.

Are you free, tomorrow night?

You promise you’ll actually come over this time?

He’s still your child too, you know.

I just tend to today’s chores and let the good lord worry about tomorrow.

But what about us?

No one is available to take your call. Please leave a message after the tone.

S/he’s been absent for the past couple days without any reason. No phone calls from parents, no doctor’s excuse.

If you could have someone pay a visit and make sure everything’s alright, it would be much appreciated.

Oh… jesus christ.

You do realise you just got promoted, right?

You don’t have to work on this bullshit case anymore.

I’ll believe it when I see it.

You need to open the door. Now.

I am not going away.

Don’t be nervous about the time.

You have loads of time.

I am at peace.

I beg for your love and protection against evil.

I have no choice anymore.

Nobody came for me.

What have I been praying to all this time?

My eyes are wide open.

Hello. Can you hear me?

Let me introduce myself. My name is [name]. It is very nice to meet you.

Consider me a friend, because I might consider you one too.

I like having friends. How many friends do you have?

Would you like to know a secret of mine?

I can make friends appear out of thin air.

You have to promise me that I am one of your friends first.

We must consider what makes up a good friend.

Always remember the most important rule.

They’re just as scared as you are.

I think it’s time to meet your new friend.

Can you keep an even bigger secret?

I think it worked.

Please. You gotta help me.

I don’t wanna look at his/her face again.

I have never seen anyone in my life that looks anything like him/her.

That can’t be right, that doesn’t make any sense…

See anything?

Everyone else fucking left.

What do you want!?

I’m gonna find help, okay?

He likes to hide, but he wants to meet you.

Stop or I’ll shoot!

Uh oh! Bad decision, [name]!

[lifebecomesartrefracted]

🎧🎧🎧

THE VINYLS ARE CRACKED, BUT THE TUNES STILL PLAY

I’m calling this three songs, so let’s jump right in! :D

First for Miles Augustine, the Author with sadistic methods of making hit novels:

Villain by Stella Jang

The Author isn’t afraid of being real about his wrong doings— he knows he’s a bad guy, but what is bad, really? Besides that some of the lines are close to how Miles feels about morality, it’s a good song to use to get into character. Vibing along, writing my bastard of a man-child haha.

As for The Host, a powered soul piloting a dead body, he gets:

A Good Song Never Dies by Saint Motel

The feeling of the song is really what gets me into writing the Host. They’re a sort of mysterious entity, but they still have the arrogance of Miles, along with the naïveté. However, they’re much more cautious of their characters, and don’t often underestimate threats.

Ending with a song for aesthetics, we have:

Sing To Me by MISSO

MISSO is always good at getting me into a writing or drawing mood, but this song in particular. Depending on the day, I either get an angsty or dark idea when listening. Dark ideas end up giving me drive to write the two.

And that’s it. Thank you so much for the ask! <3

[lifebecomesartrefracted]

Illinois decides he doesn’t like the way his man behaves. His gestures seem purposeful, a performance. With Illinois as his only audience, and unaware of the show’s meaning, he finds it an unappealing display.

That heavy energy remains. Best not to underestimate him either.

He keeps his movements slow, scraping rather than darting. Maintaining his energy until the moment it’s needed. Over a foot of thick, serpentine body emerges from the tree line. There’s the muted buzz of a rattlesnake’s tail, but louder. Bigger

“ It’s good that neither of us intend to use our teeth, it seems. ”

@pleasuretomeetme

Miles’s eyes went wide, brown on display until he schooled his expression. More and more of Illinois’s snake half revealed itself, ending with a rattle that would make anybody freeze with a single sound. The Author kept his book handy as they watch each other, aware of the other’s capability to defend themselves. An interesting little character indeed… perfect.

“You aren’t exactly what I thought you were…” Miles muttered, mostly to himself, but he shrugged a shoulder as he glanced over the naga coming closer. Illinois stopped some distance away, but that was perfectly fine with him. It left the human out of striking distance. “Ah, but where are my manners?

“My name’s Miles, I’m a writer; it’s a pleasure to meet you. What’s your name, my serpentine friend?” The Author asked. He didn’t attempt to go and shake hands with the naga… call it instinct or writing experience, but he didn’t want to lose his hand to a bite. Especially not his writing hand!

[lifebecomesartrefracted]

It is not often that Illinois ventures out from his den into the surrounding forest, but he is a creature of curiosity and he can sense there is something interesting in his territory. Or someone.

Illinois slithers through trees and undergrowth, all twelve feet of him crushing grass and small brush underneath it, leaving a twisting trail in his wake.

The energy coming off of his trespasser is rather intense, a heaviness to the air that he can almost taste when he darts out his tongue.

There’s a figure in the clearing ahead, next to the pond he soaks in when he starts to shed.

“ You’re a long way from your home, ” he says, as his upper half extends from the trees. The rest of his many, heavy coils hide behind the tree line. The element of surprise - the illusion of safety. For which of them is still difficult to say.

@pleasuretomeetme

Miles was writing outside for a change. It was calming, even as he wrote about some Jersey man being arrested. He was in the middle of some impassioned dialogue when he heard some shuffling, then a voice. The man paused, pen stopping in the middle of a word. Metaphorically, his hackles raised, but Miles finished the word, bookmarked the page, and turned to face the man (seemingly).

“Hm? Well, I guess I am. Nature walks, you know?” Miles replied, smoothly. His journal was held in a solid grip in his hand, but the other was free to gesture, and did so towards Illinois. The pen extended his pointing towards the tanned stranger. “Say, you seem far from the beaten path as well. Birds of a feather.

“C’mere, I don’t bite.” The writer encouraged with a wave over, standing from the boulder he had been sitting at. His pen was pocketed then, truly disarming himself. Not that the newcomer knew what he could do. He’d make for a nice little character, what with his handsome features and smooth voice.

[lifebecomesartrefracted]

mark’s creeping super duper quietly around! quiet as a mouse. about as big as a mouse, too. dangerous? maybe. but he’s hungry and if he just takes a tiny piece of sandwich no one’s going to notice, right?

@jumpinagain pocketboi ✨

@jumpinagain

The Host was writing another story, feeling in the mood for some light comedy rather than his usual dark ideas. He sighed, mumbling a narration as he did, then sat back in his chair to stretch. While the Host was great at writing (Hosts were always the best, he would say), blocks still happened and left the story in a paused heap.

Just when he was about to take a bite of his sandwich (a human pleasure he divulged in to keep his taste descriptions sharp), he noticed a little figure crouched behind the cold food. Listening to his own narration, a smile started to form on the Host’s face. “The Host notices a tiny visitor, eating at pieces of his sandwich like a common rodent.” The Host stated, reaching out and lifting Mark by the back of his uniform.

“Hello there.” Came the words with a smirk.

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INCORRECT QUOTES

Gin: Mint is just cold spicy. Miles: Miles: What the fuck, Gin.

Miles, holding an antique bottle: Is this whiskey or perfume? Gin: *grabs and chugs the entire bottle* Gin: Gin: It’s perfume.

Gin: Honestly, I am so evil. So full of darkness. I feed off the souls of the living, I strike fear into- Miles: You sleep with a teddy bear. Gin: He’s my sECOND IN COMMAND IN MY ARMY OF DARKNESS!

And now some Host ‘n Gin under the cut :D

Gin: Ah... ready for another fantastic day of being better than the Host.

Gin: Hi- Host: Leave before there’s a terrible misunderstanding between my foot and your ass.

Host: You’re violent. Gin: Yeah but I’m also short and that’s adorable.